She stepped inside, turning heads like a whispered secret. Unbothered. Unafraid. Adrian watched, swirling his drink, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. When she stopped in front of him, he let the silence play. Her: “You don’t look as untouchable as they say.” A slow smirk. A challenge accepted. Adrian: “And you don’t look like someone who plays it safe.” A slow smile responding “I don’t.” He leaned in, voice smooth as sin. Adrian: “Then you’re in the right place.”
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